Food & Drink: Warm welcome

By Tanya Henry

Though I don’t go back as far as 1969 when the first Good Earth Natural Foods store opened, I do recall shopping at their tiny original space at 123 Bolinas Road in Fairfax. The store has gone through several dramatic incarnations over the years, with its final landing spot on Center Boulevard in Fairfax (now in its fifth year). And this month, a sister location opened at Tam Junction in Mill Valley.

Sticking with its color scheme of muted earth tones, plenty of upcycled, reclaimed wood and drought-tolerant landscaping, the gleaming 22,000-square-foot-plus retailer is a sight to see.

Much like the original location, there are two entrances, designated eating areas and the same well-prepared, non-GMO, organic foods and salad bar that regular customers have come to expect from Good Earth. I served myself a half-pint of steaming hot minestrone soup and found a seat in one of the two eating areas titled The Heirloom Café. Separated from shelves by a barrier of bamboo reeds, the space offers a couple of communal tables and a handful of two-tops. Unfortunately the seating area sits directly in front of the doors, and on this chilly Sunday early evening, it was very drafty. The other option, near the second entrance, includes a long, wooden bar designed for solo diners, and a handful of tables.

Though not much larger than the Fairfax store, this one feels cavernous by comparison. A bigger cheese station has been created, and the prepared foods area is more spacious. Aisles are wider, and though it doesn’t have a generic supermarket sensibility, this Tam Valley locale exudes a more corporate, buttoned-down version of its hippie sibling to the west.

Families, couples and folks looking for food on their way home from work are already flocking to the Shoreline Shopping Center’s newest tenant. With the summer months approaching, Good Earth will no doubt be a destination for pre- and post-beachgoers, and an outdoor stone fireplace and eating area are likely to become coveted spots.

Quite a few people would trek to Fairfax specifically to shop at Good Earth. I was always amazed to meet people—Stinson Beach, Strawberry and Sausalito residents—in the Fairfax store who had traveled to get there. Lucky for them, they now have a Good Earth to call their own.

Good Earth Natural Foods, new Tam Junction location, 201 Flamingo Rd., Mill Valley; 415/383-0123; genatural.com.

Film: Probed

By Richard von Busack

In June, the Supreme Court may consider the legality of Texas HB2, the model of restrictive abortion laws being implemented all over the South and elsewhere. One is reminded of the anarchist Pierre-Joseph Proudhon’s famous quote … because if ever there were a case of laws being chains for the poor and cobwebs for the rich, here it is. The well-off can pick a facility in a large city. The lower classes have to bus in for hundreds of miles. They need to stay over for a couple of days to endure mandated waiting periods, engineered to make them endure the birth of an unwanted child.

Dawn Porter’s documentary Trapped tours harassed and overbooked clinics in places like Alabama and Mississippi. Horror-story cases abound: A gang-raped 13-year-old having to find a judge to approve her abortion (technically speaking, the court can appoint a lawyer for a fetus). A 43-year-old woman surfs the web looking for dangerous herbal abortifacients. One pregnant woman already has her beloved autistic child to care for.

These abortion providers are often religious. The devout Dr. Willie Parker, one of the few men who doesn’t look silly in a “This Is What a Feminist Looks Like” shirt, considers his work as a tribute to his grandmother, who died in childbirth. June Ayers, an Alabama clinic manager, has to deal with a dwindling numbers of doctors who will perform abortions. And in Texas, HB2 takes what was an outpatient procedure and surrounds it with a labyrinth of expensive regulations, requiring the same level of medical equipment as you’d need to perform open heart surgery.

There are two takeaways from this brave documentary. One is the cheering thought that the providers haven’t lost a sense of humor: Ayers displays a bumper sticker that reads, “May the baby you save grow up to be a gay abortion provider.” The other thought is the reminder that undefended rights wither away. The cultural shame that anti-choicers wield prevents the one in three women who have had an abortion from speaking up and championing this cause.

Music: Modern troubadour

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By Lily O’Brien

“Music is such a fascinating medium to be conversant in,” muses Canadian singer Loreena McKennitt by telephone. And her devoted fans would probably express gratitude over the fact that she chose music over her original career choice—which was to be a veterinarian.

A two-time Grammy nominee, with 14 million albums sold worldwide, McKennitt has amassed a large international following with her rare style of eclectic Celtic world fusion music. She returns to the U.S. this month for her first tour here since 2007, and brings two of her longtime musical collaborators, Brian Hughes (on guitar, bouzouki and oud) and Caroline Lavelle (on cello, recorder and concertina).

McKennitt studied classical voice for five years and classical piano for eight, and taught herself to play several instruments, including the harp. She is known for the pure, sweet tone of her multi-range soprano singing voice and for her expressive interpretation and richly unusual arrangements of traditional Celtic tales.

McKennitt’s arrangements are often combined with complex percussive Middle Eastern rhythms—derived from music that she’s heard during her travels all over the world, from Ireland to Morocco. The result is a somewhat mysterious and mesmerizing soundscape that feels like it came from another century.

McKennitt, with the exception of a licensing agreement deal with the Warner Music Group in 1991, has managed her own business since she began performing in the early ’80s. “I’d like to say I knew what I was doing—but I didn’t,” she says. “But what I did know, is whatever success I achieved, I wanted to achieve it on the back of my own merit and understanding … I wanted to learn this business and understand all the things that impacted my creativity.”

When asked if she has plans to record a new album, McKennitt says that she traveled to Rajasthan, India a few years ago to research material, but that due to touring and the demands of her business, it may have to wait.

For now, McKennitt is enjoying touring the U.S. again. “It’s great to be out on the road and meeting people, seeing the countryside, and re-establishing a connection,” she says.

Loreena McKennitt performs on Friday, March 18, at the Luther Burbank Center for the Arts, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa; 8pm; $45-$55, and on Saturday, March 19 at the Masonic, 1111 California St., San Francisco, 8pm; $49-$85.

Theater: Confessions

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By Charles Brousse

Rachel Bonds’ Swimmers, which just began a three-week world-premiere run at Mill Valley’s Marin Theatre Company (MTC), adds to a lengthy list of plays that question the psychological effects of America’s capitalist system. The exemplar is Arthur Miller’s 1948 epic Death of a Salesman, but from Eugene O’Neill to the present there have been many others. Their common theme is that, despite public pronouncements of belief in the golden promise of an American Dream, ordinary people feel isolated and lonely when they realize that they are cogs in an economic machine that is designed to serve the privileged few.

Lately—as seen on stage, in films, television and in our current election battles—what began as a minority view (mostly among intellectuals) has spread to the commons, bringing with it growing resentment, confusion and dystopian fears about the imminent collapse of civilization as we know it.

This is the theatrical landscape that Bonds explores in Swimmers, but it’s not the gloomy portrait one might expect. She writes with a sensitive touch that, along with the pain, also acknowledges the inescapable humanity of her characters and the humor that accompanies their angst. Mix empathy and laughs with a light splash of existential dread and you have a pretty potent dramatic framework.

Except that Swimmers really is neither drama nor comedy in the usual definition of those terms. There is virtually no plot. No final resolution of conflict. Instead, we get a series of brief scenes in which the play’s 11 characters, two or three at a time, reveal the sources of their anxieties. We in the audience are essentially unisex father confessors, listening intently as they struggle to find the truth of their predicament (not all do), but otherwise limited to watching them go on their way toward an uncertain future.

The play takes place in what the program simply describes as “An office building in an industrial park.” Because two characters commute from Readington, New Jersey, I suspect that it’s one among a multitude of such parks along the Hudson River opposite Manhattan.

Tom (Aaron Roman Weiner), already deeply affected by the death of his wife two years earlier, is further depressed when the publisher considering a book she had written calls to say it’s a go. Moodily questioning the meaning of life, he is further jolted by a large highway sign along his morning commute that gives a precise date for the End of the World. Charlene (Sarah Nina Hayon) is going through a nasty divorce and has a teenage daughter who hates her. Vivian (Kristin Villanueva) is an attractive but insecure young intern who, after telling her co-workers that she has been inappropriately touched by a high-level executive, declines to report it because she fears being misunderstood. Randy (Max Rosenak) escapes his job frustrations with marijuana and advises others to do the same. He also adds to the general concern about a forthcoming Rapture by describing his fantasy encounter with a strange, witch-like woman.

Priya (Jolly Abraham) has a candy addiction and a crush on Tom (unrequited). Bill (Ryan Vincent Anderson) is an African-American super-achiever who is unsettled by the confluence of his engagement to a beautiful woman and promotion up the management ladder to a high position in the Charlotte, North Carolina branch. Farrah (Jessica Bates), who competed for the North Carolina job, is jealous of Bill’s good fortune. Yuri (Brian Herndon) is a Russian immigrant who, fearful at being an outsider, is determined not to be noticed. Dennis (Adam Andrianopoulos) is defensive about being grossly overweight. George (Charles Shaw Robinson) is The Boss. He likes to hug the girls tightly—for their own good, of course. And, finally, there’s Walter (L. Peter Callender) the company janitor who, having solved his drinking problem years earlier, offers good advice and cheer to everyone concerned.

While some may find Bond’s confessional approach simplistic or repetitive, the quality of MTC’s acting ensemble combines with realistic dialogue and Mike Donahue’s solid direction to offer a rewarding evening of theater.

NOW PLAYING: Swimmers runs through March 27 at the Marin Theatre Company, 397 Miller Ave., Mill Valley; 415/388-5208; bo*******@ma**********.org.

Talking Pictures: Oscars devotion

By David Templeton

Better than the Super Bowl.”

That hyperbolic declaration appeared the morning of February 28, on the Facebook page of local film fan, actor and blogger Peter Warden. It was the morning of the Oscars, and after a “friend” noted that for Warden, the Oscars were very likely as exciting as the Super Bowl, Warden affirmed that, yes, he was excited, and that, actually, to him, the Oscars are even better than the Super Bowl.

“I care about the Oscars a lot more than I should, probably,” Warden confessed, a few days later.

Ratings for the Oscars telecast were down a bit from last year, but critics and film fans are still discussing, debating and analyzing the show, from the matter of who won what and how racist the Oscar Academy is, right up to the show itself, which had its share of highly discussable, hilariously odd moments. There may have been fewer viewers than in the past, but the 2016 Oscars will go down as one of the strangest ceremonies in its 88 years. Warden contributed to the experience by running constant ongoing commentary on his Facebook page, making jokes, offering observations and reacting, with clever asides, to every major Oscar award announcement.

“It was well-done, I thought,” Warden says of the show, one day after the broadcast. “It was pretty enjoyable, overall. I thought Chris Rock, as the host, was pretty funny, though I had no idea who Stacey Dash was when he brought her out on stage with him.”

Dash is a FOX News commentator who recently claimed that Black History Month should be abolished. She also didn’t think much of the #OscarsSoWhite campaign that arose to protest the lack of diversity in this year’s nominations and to call for change. During the show, Chris Rock announced that, in response to the lack of non-white actors in the nominations for acting, Dash had just been named the new head of diversity for the academy. When she appeared on stage to say, “I cannot wait to help my people out,” you could have heard crickets, were it not for the resounding thud the joke was making all through the auditorium.

“I eventually did some research, and figured out who Stacey Dash was,” Warden says. “It’s still kind of hard to find that funny, I think.”

Warden is fairly well known, by face anyway, in Marin County, especially to cineastes and bibliophiles. In addition to being a steadily cast Bay Area stage actor, he works at the downtown San Rafael Library, seeing to the needs of the reading public, and also serves as assistant manager of Corte Madera’s Century Cinema Theater—one of the only remaining single-screen movie emporiums in the country, and also one of the best, according to a vast number of Bay Area film lovers.

“I work at the library in the morning, and the theater at night,” Warden says. “It’s kind of a busy schedule, but I work with it. And working for a library and a theater, I definitely get the full spectrum of pop culture.”

Which brings us back to the Oscars.

Spotlight won for best motion picture,” he says, the shock still audible in his voice. “I really didn’t see that coming. I was kind of rooting for Mad Max: Fury Road to win, just because it was the dark horse. “Spotlight was a better movie though, overall, so I was happy to see that happen, though based on past years, I’m not really used to the actual best film of the year going on to win the best film award, so it was a lot to adjust to.”

Warden’s personal favorite nominee was Room, the story of a kidnapped woman (Brie Larson) who is locked in a tiny shed and impregnated by her rapist; she creates a fantasy world to keep her son’s spirits alive until they might have a chance to escape. Gandhi it was not.

“It didn’t have a shot,” Warden admits, “but I was very happy to see Brie Larson win for Best Actress, because she did an amazing job in that movie.”

Despite his delirious devotion to the Oscars, Warden believes that most award programs are a bit pointless, and possibly harmful.

“When it comes to acting and to art, it’s hard to choose what is really best,” he says. “Giving a performance in a movie is not like doing a gymnastics event at the Olympics. How do you judge a piece of art, claiming that one actor’s choices—or the depth of her emotions, or the believability of their line deliveries—are better than another actor’s choices? If they’ve all done good work, it’s hard to pick a best, so it comes down to popularity, or timing or something else.

“And that’s just not really very fair,” he continues. “But aside from that, the Oscars are still fun, because it’s important to honor the contributions of the artists who create all of this entertainment for us every year.”

And this year, as had been widely discussed, some of those actors risked life and limb to bring us that entertainment.

“DiCaprio, in The Revenant, withstood freezing temperatures and all kinds of horrible things,” notes Warden, who nevertheless felt that DiCaprio’s nearly wordless performance—which won him the Best Actor trophy—was perhaps less deserving than the almost-as-silent performance of Best Supporting Actor winner Mark Rylance, in Bridge of Spies.

“Both actors spent a lot of time staring into space,” Warden says, “but with Rylance, you could always tell what he was thinking, and with DiCaprio, I was never sure when he was acting and when he was just sitting there looking miserable.”

It’s funny, isn’t it, that the big winners this year were those actors who spent most of their screen time acting silently. It was not too long ago, at the 84th Academy Awards, that the Best Picture winner was the silent film The Artist. Does Warden think that films might be making a return to less wordy scripts, with more long shots of actors staring into the camera?

“I hope not,” he says with a laugh. “As an actor myself, I have to say, I like words. The more the better, usually. But I have to admit, it’s harder to communicate emotion without speaking, so, I don’t know, maybe the Oscars are onto something.”

Upfront: Turn to Bern?

By Tom Gogola

“If he wins tonight, we could go to June.” That was Democratic Party strategist Donna Brazile on CNN the night of Bernie Sanders’ upset in the Michigan primary on March 8.

Defying all expectations—even his own—Sanders beat Hillary Clinton by two points in a race that mainstream go-to pollsters such as Nate Silver said he would lose by 20 points, and perhaps more, just the day before the primary.

Brazile’s comment on CNN was code for, “This might not be resolved until California,” whose primary is on June 7 and where 546 delegates are up for grabs in the Democratic primary. There are three months to go, and numerous states will vote between now and then, but Sanders’ Michigan upset put the tactical and tautological “inevitability” argument about Hillary Clinton into play—something that nobody saw coming, least of all the two-dozen California Democratic superdelegates who have already pledged their support, and their vote, to Clinton.

So could Sanders actually win in California on his way to an upset win over Clinton for the nomination? And could Sanders’ deep support in the Bay Area help push him over the top? A recent breakdown of Federal Election Commission figures shows that his supporters in Oakland and San Francisco have sent almost $900,000 to Sanders’ small-bucks-only campaign. The most recent polls in California have him in the neighborhood of 10 points down from Clinton, but if the wildly errant polling data in the lead-up to Michigan is any indication, 10 points is well within the margin of statistical error in an election cycle where every prediction has been subject to debate, and is sometimes just flat wrong.

“Of course Bernie can win California,” says Bill Curry, a former speechwriter for Bill Clinton and two-time candidate for governor in Connecticut. Curry, now a political analyst and columnist, notes that polling data on Clinton and Sanders shows that primary voters are with Bernie on the issues—universal healthcare, support for a living wage, an end to pay-to-play politics—and he’s got her beat by a long shot on the favorability factor. “But she has convinced them that she has a better chance of winning.”

Yet all bets are off after the Michigan upset, and that includes the Golden State. “California coming in at the end of the line,” says Curry, “it wasn’t expected to be important six months ago on the Democratic side.”

The question is whether Sanders’ “political revolution” can find its reflection in the delegate count in time for the Democratic convention in Philadelphia this July.

One takeaway from Michigan is that, while Donald Trump may claim to speak for the Nixonian bloc of “silent majority” voters, not only are his supporters not especially silent, they’re not the majority, either—the violent minority is more like it. The voters who pushed Sanders over the top in Michigan may represent an actual silent majority that doesn’t get picked up in polling, Curry says, and is made up of disfranchised citizens who have ditched politics altogether. “The poor, white working class has fled the civic life of the nation,” Curry says.

It’s those voters who are emerging as a possible key to the race, as the “inevitability” argument gets chipped away by Sanders and his slow-roll delegate count (and by Clinton’s gaffes, such as her unspeakably moronic comments about AIDS and the Reagans last week). At last count, Clinton had 1,231 delegates to Sanders’ 576. The winning candidate will need to amass 2,383 delegates.

The push for Sanders is already on in California, even if the vote is three months away. There are numerous events scheduled by supporters in coming days and weeks, lots of phone-banking and door-knocking all over Northern California. This Thursday, March 17, the Western Gate [R]evolutionary Teahouse in far-flung Lagunitas is hosting a pro-Bernie phone-and-computer night of outreach to potential supporters.

One challenge for Sanders supporters and activists in California is to try to get already committed superdelegates to reconsider their support for presumptive nominee Hillary Clinton—not an easy task, given the tendency of liberal voters to view this election through a lens of fear, if not outright terror, at the prospects of any GOP candidate making it to the White House. In that rubric, Clinton is viewed as a “safe” bet for president.

There are about four-dozen superdelegates in California, comprising elected officials at the national level and members of the Democratic National Committee. To date, the superdelegates are basically split down the middle: Half have supported Clinton, while half remain uncommitted. None have thrown down for Sanders—at least not yet.

“We are out in front on this,” says Norman Solomon, the West Marin author, former congressional candidate and longtime critic of the pernicious and corrupting influence of corporate money in politics. Bay Area elected leaders, he says, need to be coaxed away from their predictable fealty to Democratic Party establishment expectations, especially now that Clinton’s nomination is emerging as something less than a foregone conclusion.

“We know from experience … that the heads of the Sonoma and Marin Central Democratic Committee are going to go with the national party hierarchy,” Solomon says, as he points his waggishly progressive finger in the direction of two-term U.S. Rep. Jared Huffman.

Last year, I asked Huffman who he was supporting in the Democratic primary, and the popular, progressive-minded congressman said he’d be supporting Clinton. She was going to be the nominee, Huffman reasoned, even as he praised Sanders for bringing a raft of welcome populist ideas into the campaign. Solomon, who ran against Huffman in 2012, is suggesting that the congressman reconsider his support for Clinton, especially given that the “inevitability” argument has been taken down a peg or two in Sanders’ big-state win in Michigan.

“He should withdraw his premature endorsement and pledge for Hillary Clinton at the convention and see how we vote in the June primary,” Solomon says.

Huffman says that he’s been talking about the superdelegate issue since before Solomon laid down his challenge, and does not think that those voters are going to decide who the nominee is, “nor should they.” Huffman fully expects that Clinton will arrive in Philadelphia with the nomination sewn up, but, speaking hypothetically, he notes that “if for some reason that is not the case, all gets considered. I’m not going to go against the voters … We’ll see how this plays out.”

According to our friends at Wikipedia, the two-dozen uncommitted superdelegates in California include Gov. Jerry Brown and former House Speaker Nancy Pelosi. Pelosi’s daughter, Christine Paule Pelosi, a political strategist and DNC member, has pledged her vote to Clinton, as have U.S. senators Barbara Boxer and Dianne Feinstein. As for Brown, spokesman Evan Westrup says via email that the governor has yet to make a decision about whom he will endorse for president.

That’s not a problem for North Bay Sanders supporters Anna Givens and Alice Chan. They are lead organizers in the Coalition for Grassroots Progress, founded during Solomon’s run for congress in 2012. Last fall, the organization embarked on a campaign where volunteers were asked to knock on 100 doors in their neighborhoods to ascertain and encourage support for Sanders’ presidential run. The organization is poised to kick off another 100-door-knock campaign at the end of March, which may give some indication about whether or not there is a growing base of support for Sanders—whether people are ready to vote with their hopes for a political revolution over their fears of a Trump planet.

“I expect that there will be a difference between the fall and now,” says Givens, who lives in Santa Rosa. “There’s a huge amount of organized enthusiasm for Sanders in this area.” Chan, a Sebastopol resident, says she is hopeful that Sanders can turn the corner with a big push from Sonoma, Marin and Mendocino counties, where enthusiasm for Sanders runs high. “People pay more attention to what their neighbors say to them than they do to glossy fliers in the mailbox,” says Chan of the group’s outreach. “Neighbor-to-neighbor is the best way to change people’s minds.”

But journalist and political campaign veteran Al Giordano isn’t so sure Sanders can take the Golden State. There are too many uncertainties, and too much time before the primary to make a call. Giordano produces an election-season newsletter for subscribers, and so far in 2016 he has accurately projected the winner in 19 of 20 Democratic primaries and caucuses.

“California is almost three months away, so it’s a bit early to tell,” Giordano says. “A big factor will be if Trump has it sewn up before then, in which case independent voters will take Democratic ballots for Bernie instead. It’s also highly possible that Clinton will already have 50-percent-plus of the delegates, so it will be irrelevant, and a Sanders victory would be much like Clinton’s California one eight years ago—symbolic but meaningless. Unless he gets the Trump-Kasich independents voting for him, it’s a tough road because Latinos and black voters are irreversibly against [Sanders].”

There’s another California voting bloc out there that might be smoldering in the wings for Sanders—call it the sativa majority: The pro-legalization brigades of recreational cannabis users who will no doubt come out in favor of this year’s legalization initiative in California. Sanders supports legalization of cannabis; Clinton, like her husband before her, is not inhaling the legalization fumes. Solomon agrees that Sanders’ support for cannabis legalization could push more Californians his way, given that cannabis is just another issue where “Bernie has been way ahead of the progressive curve.”

It’s all very intriguing, but to remain competitive until the California vote, says Curry, Sanders will have to put in a good showing in delegate-rich Florida and Ohio. Voters in those states, and in Missouri, North Carolina and Illinois, were casting ballots as this paper was put to bed on Tuesday. The polls in Ohio had tightened in Sanders’ favor in the lead-up to primary day.

“He doesn’t have to win, but he does have to make them somewhat close,” Curry says. “If he wins either of those, then no states are out of reach. It will help him enormously to pull out another early victory, another surprise.”

Feature: Native revival

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By Will Parrish

On the second day of 2016, I have gathered with Federated Indians of Graton Rancheria tribal councilmembers Lorelle Ross and Gene Buvelot to observe the southern view from the eastern ridge of Sonoma Mountain, about seven miles east of Petaluma. From this world-at-your-feet platform, the smooth blue expanse of San Pablo Bay rises against San Francisco’s Financial District, with Mt. Diablo and Mt. Tamalpais visible on the water’s fringes.

The main object of these indigenous leaders’ attention, however, is a far smaller body of water that historically occupied a 200-acre depression directly beneath the ridge. For thousands of years, this shallow lake, today known as Tolay, was a sacred gathering place for Coast Miwok people—including the ancestors of Ross and Buvelot.

The lake had been, as Graton Rancheria shairman Greg Sarris informed me, a Miwok version of Stanford Medical Center: A place of extraordinary healing power that called together indigenous people from throughout the region now known as the western United States.

In the late 1880s, however, an industrious farmer dynamited the southern berm that held back the lake’s water, draining it to San Pablo Bay. The land became gridded and platted with ranches, cutting off the indigenous people’s access to it.

This was one in a long line of deadly and devastating insults against the Miwok. When the Spanish arrived in the late 18th century, they introduced population-destroying diseases and incarcerated Coast Miwok and other California natives in crowded, disease-ridden labor camps at missions in Petaluma, San Rafael and Sonoma.

The Graton Rancheria’s membership, which includes descendants of the Coast Miwok and Southern Pomo linguistic groups, trace their ancestry to only 14 known survivors of Spanish and U.S. colonization. Their combined pre-contact population had been 20,000–30,000.

These cultures’ stubborn endurance, however, ensured that their connection with sacred places was not fully severed. Shortly after the Sonoma County Regional Parks department purchased 1,900 acres that includes Tolay Lake in 2005, the Graton Rancheria tribal council saw an opportunity—and took it.

The councilmembers borrowed $500,000 against their future casino and donated it to the county to support the park. In turn, they gained an influential role in determining everything from trail locations to the restoration techniques the county parks department will rely on to restore the area’s streams and vegetation, and the lake itself. For the Graton Rancheria Indians, the healing place of their ancestors has become an important communal gathering area, and a focal point of healing in an altogether more modern sense.

“If you don’t have a connection with the land, you’re lost,” says Ross, who has been a tribal councilmember since 1996, when she was 19 years old. “Now we have kids in our tribe who are growing up experiencing revitalization and re-engagement with this place their ancestors took care of.”

They are not alone. Throughout the North Bay, the North Coast and multiple other regions of California, indigenous people are reclaiming stewardship of ancestral territories from which they were once violently evicted.

Long history

The struggle of the Federated Indians of Graton Rancheria, as with any sovereign entity, has been defined by access to land. A major turning point occurred in 1851–52, when treaty commissioners, sanctioned by Congress, negotiated 18 agreements setting aside roughly 7.5 million acres of California territory as reservations for 500 indigenous nations whose ancestral land base was being overrun by gold miners and land speculators. But the Senate rejected the treaties and ultimately sealed them.

The documents were unsealed more than 50 years later. Amid the resulting public outcry, Congress provided a modest form of redress, passing legislation authorizing the purchase of tracts of land called “rancherias” on behalf of “the homeless Indians of California.” In the case of the Graton Rancheria Indians, a 15.5-acre rancheria northwest of Sebastopol was set aside for “the homeless Indians of Tomales Bay, Bodega Bay, Sebastopol, and the vicinities thereof.”

Before long, even this small vestige of the Graton Indians’ aboriginal territory was stripped away. In 1958, Congress revoked Graton’s federal recognition, auctioned most of the rancheria land and turned the residents out of their homes—part of a larger push to “terminate” Indian reservations.

“We became like the white man: Homeless in our own homeland,” Sarris, the Graton Rancheria chairman, explains.

Sarris is a man with an impressive résumé. He is a longtime college professor, author, Hollywood producer and screenwriter. He played a key role in his tribe’s restoration to federal status. In 2000, then-president Bill Clinton signed into law the Graton Rancheria Restoration Act, which Sarris co-authored. Formerly an English

Greg Sarris, center, Lorelle Ross, left, and Gene Buvelot lead Tolay Lake restoration efforts. Photo by Michael Amsler.
Greg Sarris, center, Lorelle Ross, left, and Gene Buvelot lead Tolay Lake restoration efforts. Photo by Michael Amsler.

professor at UCLA, he is now the endowed chair of Writing and Native American Studies at Sonoma State University—a position funded by the Graton Rancheria itself.

That endowment, as with other tribal line items, is largely made possible by the Graton Resort and Casino, an $800 million monolith in Rohnert Park, on the west side of Highway 101, that opened in 2013. Though the casino originally faced intense local backlash, it has earned support from many critics as the tribe’s intentions have become better known. The tribal council agreed to donate $12 million and $9 million in annual revenue, respectively, to Rohnert Park and Sonoma County to offset its impact on public services.

Along with federal grants, the casino underwrites many social services for tribal members, including housing assistance, health care, nutrition and health counseling, a cultural resources library, a language preservation program and more. Sarris says that, in contrast to the hospitality and wine industries, which he says generally exploit their workers, the casino was built and is operated by union employees who earn above living-wage rates. His tribe is also investing in ecologically minded farms that will employ undocumented people and, pending permission from the county, low-risk prisoners at living wages.

Amid this larger social justice agenda, the tribe is working to pick up the pieces of a shattered history—a history fundamentally tied to the landscape. Sarris notes that his people’s entire historical land base, including places like Tolay and the Laguna de Santa Rosa, are akin to their holy text. “Most of the Bible, if you want to use that analogy, has been destroyed—has been burned,” he says. ‘All we have are shards of the text, bits and pieces of it. Tolay Lake is a place where we can make a start.”

Currently, the park is only open for special events. It will likely open to the public in 2017.

Righting wrongs

Because indigenous cultures are inextricably linked to the lands they have historically inhabited, their survival necessarily depends on preserving those lands. In California and beyond, indigenous people are engaged in battles over mineral rights, water rights, federal recognition, honoring of treaties, repatriation or honorable treatment of sacred sites, healthcare, language preservation and much more.

In California alone, there are 109 federally recognized tribes and another 78 that are petitioning the Bureau of Indian Affairs for recognition, often waiting for decades to receive a verdict. Many others do not bother to apply for recognition at all, often viewing it as a waste of energy and resources.

Beth Rose Middleton, associate professor in the department of Native American studies at UC Davis, cites several examples of how even indigenous people who lack federal recognition are finding ways to exercise sovereignty over their original territories. Middleton is the author of Trust in the Land: New Directions in Tribal Conservation, which explores conservation partnerships led by California native nations. In contrast to many conservation land trusts, which prioritize species conservation that diminishes human contact with land, she notes that Native American–led projects focus on restoring humans’ historical role as land stewards.

Such projects provide a tangible way “to right historical wrongs and provide long-term protection and enhancement of lands and waters we all depend upon,” Middleton says.

California’s first-ever indigenous land trust was born out of a figurative and literal battlefield in the “Redwood Wars.” In the 1980s, large corporate timber firms—including Louisiana-Pacific, Georgia-Pacific and Maxxam—were in the process of felling most of the largest remaining redwoods and Douglas firs on their private lands along California’s northern coast.

People chained themselves to trees in the heart of a roughly 7,000-acre parcel Georgia-Pacific was actively logging, located within the ancestral territory of the Sinkyone people. A lawsuit by the Arcata-based Environmental Protection Information Center, the International Indian Treaty Council and other parties halted the logging operation.

Those that protected the forest named the largest stand of old redwoods the Sally Bell Grove, after a Sinkyone Indian woman who had survived a massacre of her people as a young girl in the 1860s.

At the outset, many of the forest protectors—transplants from urban life and white, for the most part—might easily have viewed Sally Bell as a token of their struggle. They would soon find out that her legacy was very much alive. In 1986, seven tribes from Mendocino and Lake counties formed the InterTribal Sinkyone Wilderness Council, with the intent of acquiring a portion of the Georgia-Pacific land for traditional cultural purposes.

After co-founding the Sinkyone Council, Priscilla Hunter of the Coyote Valley Band of Pomo Indians (a federally recognized tribe), and numerous others, led a political and fundraising campaign that involved grants and small donations. In 1997, the InterTribal Sinkyone Wilderness Council land trust became the proud owner of 3,900 acres of rugged and beautiful Sinkyone terrain, establishing the first intertribal wilderness park in the United States.

The council’s current executive director, Hawk Rosales, notes that the Sinkyone has been a touchstone of a broader social movement, which focuses on restoring land to indigenous stewardship as a means of protecting the land from industrial activity, while also enhancing it through wise human intervention. “We have shown the world that there is a way in which indigenous people can, and will, return to their role of traditional caretakers on the land when given the opportunity,” Rosales says.

There are now at least four other indigenous land trusts in California. In Oakland, for instance, the first women-led, urban land trust in the country formed last year. The Maidu Summit Consortium land trust formed in the early aughts on behalf of Mountain Maidu people in the vicinity of Mt. Lassen.

The Mountain Maidu got their breakthrough in the wake of the early-2000s Enron scandal, which forced PG&E into bankruptcy. Since the early 1900s, the utility giant had owned title to one of the tribe’s most sacred areas, Humbug Valley, a miraculously undeveloped 2,000-acre meadowy area southwest of Lassen. As part of the bankruptcy proceedings, a state judge ordered the utility giant to relinquish thousands of acres it owned to conservation stewards.

In a lengthy process, Mountain Maidu traditionalists demonstrated to the court-appointed stewardship council their worthiness as stewards of their ancestral land. By 2013, the Maidu Summit Consortium had claimed title to the valley from one of the wealthiest and most powerful corporations in the western United States.

In 2014, Maidu Summit consortium executive director Kenneth Holbrook, a 40-year-old Mountain Maidu traditionalist with a broad and boyish smile, led me on a tour through Humbug Valley. It is a beautiful place, featuring a meadow fringed by tall conifers and a soda spring bubbling out of the ground on one end to help form Yellow Creek, a tributary of the upper Feather River.

In 1908, Holbrook’s great uncle was murdered by two California game wardens as he fished near there. Roughly 100 years later, key support for the consortium’s stewardship proposal came from the California Department of Fish and Wildlife, which regards Yellow Creek as one of the most promising areas in the state for native salmon restoration.

“We’re all hopeful that the song of the salmon will return to this valley under our people’s stewardship,” Holbrook says. “Getting the land is really the first step.”

Hawk Rosales says that recognition of indigenous people’s knowledge of tending the land has broad implications for environmentalists in general.

“Among various segments of society, I think we now see an increasing interest in restoring a better relationship with nature,” Rosales says. “But without key principles of ancient traditional tribal knowledge, which honor and protect the many complex interrelationships and functions of the natural world, then the well-intended efforts of non-native groups to restore environmental balance will only go so far.”

Indigenous stewardship

Sonoma County Regional Parks has developed a well-regarded process of consulting with local tribes. Its relationship with the Graton Rancheria in the management of Tolay Lake Regional Park, however, is entirely unique. “I think this collaboration is a testament to Greg [Sarris] and the tribe, and to the great working relationship we’ve had, even prior to the Tolay project,” says Sonoma County Regional Parks director Caryl Hart.

Much of that collaboration involves planning out the land’s restoration. A Graton Rancheria tribal citizen named Peter Nelson, a Ph.D. candidate in UC Berkeley’s department of anthropology, is playing a crucial role in that process. Nelson’s dissertation focuses on the history of human use of the Tolay Lake Regional Park land. “I’m basically speaking the language of ecologists and other scientists in support of what the tribe is doing,” Nelson says.

The area surrounding Tolay Lake now consists of open grasslands characterized by non-native annual species such as wild oat, which turns golden in the summer. The land is dotted with cow patties. According to Hart, the agricultural heritage of the land will remain a fixture of the park, allowing for limited grazing. At the time of European contact, the area remained green year-round due to the prevalence of perennial bunch grasses, which the cattle later trampled out.

Stands of gnarly live oaks occupy only niche habitats on the Tolay Lake Park grounds today, while they were far more abundant 200 years ago, Nelson says. Shrubs that were once prolific, such as California lilac and California coffeeberry, are now entirely absent. A variety of colorful bulbs, like those in the Brodiaea genus (a staple food source that California Indians actively cultivated), are now consigned to marginal areas.

This former abundance of vegetation depended on the Coast Miwok people’s tending practices, Nelson says, particularly their careful use of fire. In oak savannahs, fire removes oak leaves and litter, opens up the soil so that plants can grow faster, helps to control harmful insects and diseases, improves wildlife habitat and recycles nutrients from the litter into the soil. That resulting cornucopia of plant life, in turn, supports a greater array of wildlife.

The lake itself was also managed by indigenous people, Gene Buvelot tells me. Again, Nelson’s research reinforces traditional knowledge. He notes that ecologists and geomorphologists have told him that “the land formation of this valley should not naturally hold water, and there is no evidence of landslides, so there must have been a dam constructed by native people in order for there to have been a lake.”

Even after U.S. colonization, the Coast Miwok continued to conduct multi-day ceremonies at the lake. Warren Moorehead’s 1910 book, The Stone Age in North America, refers to a letter from Petaluma ranching pioneer J. B. Lewis: “When I came here in the early [1850s],” Lewis wrote, “there used to be large numbers of Indians who go by my ranch in the fall, down to the creek to catch sturgeon and dry them, and they always went back by the way of [Tolay Lake] and stayed a day or two and had some kind of powwow. After the lagoon was drained, they never came back.”

Restoration

When I visited Tolay Lake, the old lakebed—roughly 200 acres in size—held no standing water. The California Department of Fish and Wildlife has developed a plan to restore it with the tribe.

“You can’t recreate what once was, but you can use the knowledge of the past as a baseline to imagine and create a space that is of the here and now, as a guide into the future,” Ross says.

After leaving Tolay Lake Regional Park, Ross and Buvelot led me on an eastern drive along Highway 37, around the base of Sonoma Mountain. Our destination was a 2,100-acre parcel the Sonoma Land Trust is donating as an addition to the park. Highway 37, the “Lakeville Highway,” gets its name from the former town of Lakeville—which was named for Tolay Lake.

We stop at the Sears Point marsh on the edge of San Pablo Bay. As Buvelot notes, the area’s indigenous people formerly maintained themselves on sturgeon, Sacramento hitch and bat rays fished out of the tidal marshes. The abundance of fish is a major reason Sonoma County was home to one of the highest concentration of indigenous people in the Western Hemisphere.

But the fish’s habitat was largely destroyed by dikes and dams along the bay’s fringes in the early 1900s. Starting in the 1980s, the Bay Institute and other environmental organizations adopted a program to restore 100,000 acres of these tidal wetlands, which has entailed buying the lands and removing the dikes. By 2006, the 1,000-acre Sears Point area was the proverbial “last hole in the doughnut,” the Bay Institute’s Marc Holmes, a wetlands-restoration expert, tells me.

Ironically, Graton Rancheria had purchased an option on the Sears Point property for $4.7 million, using an advance from their Las Vegas–based casino development funder, Station Partners. The tribe was exploring building its casino there. As soon as they learned of the conservation groups’ intention, however, they donated the purchase option to the Sonoma Land Trust. Finally, in October 2015, tribal members joined environmentalists and regulatory officials in a ceremony where the levy was breached, and water once again washed into an area of crucial habitat that had been drained and dried.

The honor

As with the rest of Tolay Lake Park land, the Sonoma Land Trust’s new addition consists of beautiful rolling meadows. It sits at the crossroads of highways 37 and 121. And like so many parts of the North Bay, it is a place where industrial civilization’s imperative to expand visibly collides with the need to protect the earth from despoliation and greed. A sprawling new vineyard and a winery are slated for development on one side of the land; the Sonoma Raceway lies on the other. Hundreds of cars course past on Highway 121 in the half-hour we spend there.

Ross’ life, like Buvelot’s, has paralleled the larger journey of the Graton Rancheria people. Her grandmother was forced to attend an American-Indian boarding school in Sherman Oaks. When the original, Sebastopol-based Graton Rancheria was terminated, their family held onto a one-acre parcel where Ross’ parents raised her in a small cabin. She says the discrimination that she grew up with was more subtle than what her parents experienced.

“I feel like I get to live through a time when I have the honor of responsibility,” she says. “There’s not a bounty on my head. I’m not forced to stand at the back of the line due to segregation. It’s a different time. It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t take the privilege I have, which is born from the sacrifices of those that came before me, to try to advance our community.”

Hero & Zero: Orangutan rescuers & eco-unfriendly packaging

By Nikki Silverstein

Hero: Climbing trees is child’s play, unless you’re a certified arborist using your unique skills to rescue tree-dwelling animals in Marin and around the globe. Fairfax-based arborists James Reed of the Tree Monkey Project and Jim Cairnes of the World Tree Service departed this week to help save orangutans in the jungles of Borneo. For two months, the men will work with animal nonprofit groups and teach their staff to climb trees safely, enabling the groups to rescue orangutans, which are endangered due to the loss of habitat from illegal logging and mining. Sadly, these highly intelligent primates are also being traded illegally as pets and for the exotic food markets of East Asia. James and Jim, we’re awestruck by your efforts to ensure their survival.

Zero: For those who missed the brouhaha about Whole Foods selling peeled Sumo oranges in plastic containers, let’s review. A woman posted a photo of the product on Twitter, accompanied by the clever tweet, “If only nature would find a way to cover these oranges so we didn’t need to waste so much plastic on them.” It went viral. Thousands of people shamed Whole Foods for the eco-unfriendly container and declared that consumers buying the stripped citrus are lazy. In less than three hours, Whole Foods capitulated, pulled the peeled oranges and tweeted that they would no longer sell them. Bad news for folks with arthritis and other disabilities. It’s the packaging, Stupid. Keep the peeled oranges and figure out a better way to wrap them.

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Advice Goddess

By Amy Alkon

Q: I’m a 39-year-old guy, and I just met the most amazing woman, but she’s going through a divorce. My best friend said to never date somebody while they’re divorcing, because they’re crazy and emotionally unavailable. He says you need to wait for two years afterward. Well, I really like this woman, and she likes me. If I dated her now, would I just be a rebound?—Bad Waiter

A: There are clues to where on the divorce spectrum someone falls, like whether she makes offhand remarks along the lines of, “I wish him well, but we weren’t a good match” or “I wish I could leave him tied up in a clearing so something would eat him.”

There is something to be said for waiting periods, whether you’re mentally ill and shopping for an Uzi or hoping to live happily ever after with someone who might not be entirely recovered from her previous attempt. But the blanket “wait two years!” advice is silly and probably comes out of a misconstruing of some research finding. (Also, as an epidemiologist friend frequently points out to me, these findings tell us how something seems to affect most people; however, there are important individual differences that get lost … like that tiny line about potential side effects: “Oh, by the way, 1 percent of the subjects ended up wearing all their teeth on a necklace.”)

Still, unless this woman and her not-quite-ex-husband got married a few months ago because they were super drunk and standing near each other in Vegas, there’s a chance that she’ll believe she’s ready to get involved before she actually is. Whether it makes sense to date her now becomes a question of risk analysis. Plug in the variables you know, like the ugliness level of her divorce, whether she starts every other sentence with, “My ex … ” and whether she seems to understand where she went wrong (and take responsibility for her part in it). Factor in her fabulousness and your level of risk tolerance—how willing and able you are to deal if, a year in, she apologizes after realizing that she just needed a nice man to put Band-Aids on her ouchies.

Even if it seems unwise to date her right now, you can keep a foot in the game by seeing her regularly—like once a month—while keeping the temperature on low. Stick to daytime dates—short, bright light, no alcohol—and use abstinence-only measures that have been found to be highly effective, such as wearing Green Lantern Underoos. (As a bonus, these would double as incentive to avoid texting while driving and ending up the talk of the ambulance bay for two weeks.)

Q: I’m a woman just out of a 13-year relationship, and dating isn’t going so well. My roommate says I need to stop blatantly pursuing men—texting first, initiating plans, etc.—and instead flirt, hang back and “seem busy.” That just seems so archaic—starting a relationship on the manipulative premise of feminine game-playing. It’s 2016. Why isn’t authenticity appreciated?—Forgive Me, I’m Real

A: Ideally, you’ll make a guy ache with longing—but more along the lines of, “I wish she’d text me back” than, “I wish she’d put down those binoculars and get out of my bushes.”

In other words, you might rethink “authenticity”—letting the true you (or rather, the truly impatient you) shine through. Consider acting like the more effective you, as you surely would for a job interview—rather than showing up in sweats and bragging that your character reference is actually your pot dealer and that “Mr. Bradley,” your “former employer,” is the neighbor’s Labradoodle.

Chances are you’ve been “blatantly pursuing” because, like many women, you confuse “equal” with “the same.” However, there’s substantial evidence from evolutionary psychology research that women evolved to be the choosier sex and that men co-evolved to expect this—and see female aloofness as a sign of value. So a more productive strategy for you would be what social psychologist Robert Cialdini calls “the scarcity principle.” Cialdini explains that the less available something is, the more we value and want it. Not because it’s better. Because FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) and the regret we’d feel if we let that happen, jack us into a motivational state—a panic to get whatever’s in short supply.

But don’t take my word for it. For three weeks, try something new: Flirting and waiting instead of chasing and pouncing. Ultimately, it’s best to start a relationship on the premise that actually allows it to start—coming off more like the appointment-only store with a single avant-garde dress than the kind with a big yellow sign in the window: “Everything in the store, $15, including the dog.”

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By Amy Alkon Q: I’m a 39-year-old guy, and I just met the most amazing woman, but she’s going through a divorce. My best friend said to never date somebody while they’re divorcing, because they’re crazy and emotionally unavailable. He says you need to wait for two years afterward. Well, I really like this woman, and she likes me. If...

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